New Delhi: Scooter and butts


It is 12:53pm and my heart is pumping with adrenalin. AirAsia X just launched their cheap fairs an hour ago and I finally got a booking to Osaka. It was not easy at all. Oliee has a friend who was purchasing it for us, she was his backup and I was her backup. I can't believe the tickets were rising up in price as I fill in my detail and there is no certainty that your flight ticket will be yours until you click payment. Someone might just buy it first. What a rush but it was worth it. I am heading back to Japan next year in April and this time to conquer Osaka.

Okay back to New Delhi. We got back late the night before and the rest of the company so decides to drink the night away. I was feeling a little wasted due to the long journey back. An enduring car ride that I will remember for the rest of my life. Ultimately I was feeling really pooped. My only option was to lay in. The others had a long night gossiping, I haven't the energy to share my dull moments in life. The next morning we decided to pull over a little scooter. Five of us cramped into that little scooter and we were off for another long day of adventure. Some of our asses sticking out, with fear of some locals groping it. The driver on the other hand drove his scooter like it was invincible and we were not. His eyes half closed, I was starting to wonder whether he was fooling with us or whether he was imagining a new road path to carve out. Good thing I was sitting in the middle, everyone surrounding me started to look like air bags.